Zhang Jingtong was in a good mood for a while, took Xiao Zhi back to his tent, washed him up, and asked people to bring him some steamed buns and water, while watching him finish eating, while making the bed and stacking the quilt, so that Xiao Zhi could sleep peacefully. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wanchun washed her hands, and a soldier came outside and called her out for dinner. When marching and fighting, there will naturally not be too much attention to the diet, and the so-called dinner is just a cooking class temporarily piling up a stove with soil, cooking some rice porridge in a big pot, and the big guy divides some steamed buns and flatbreads, even if it is a good life.

Everyone only said that she was a doctor, but they didn't know the relationship between her and Ji Yuan, let alone the past between her and Jing Dong, and Wanchun was easy and amiable, never relying on her identity to make a new precedent, and she always ate a big pot of rice with those soldiers. Those little soldiers occasionally catch game, and they will happily run to share their medical team.

Yu Wanchun washed his hands, took his own dishes and chopsticks as usual, and walked outside with other colleagues in the medical team. When the master of the cooking class saw them coming, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to take the bowl and made a bowl of porridge for each of them, and gave each of them a steamed bun and some pickles. Wan Chun took the porridge bowl and was about to leave, but suddenly a pair of chopsticks came out from behind him and said, "Give me one too." ”

The master who made the rice was stunned, hurriedly hunched over and took the bowl, carefully filled a bowl of porridge, and then carefully handed it to Zhang Jingtong, and sent a steamed bun and some pickles like Wanchun and them. He thought about it, pulled a few more pickles from the pickles, and pulled out a few pieces of fresh pickled radishes, scooped them into Zhang Jingtong's bowl and said, "There are nothing good, the young marshal will try something new." ”

Zhang Jingtong thanked him with a smile, turned around and asked Wanchun, "Where are you sitting?" ”

Wan Chun didn't wait to speak, the little nurse standing next to her had already opened her mouth and pointed ahead: "Over there." ”

Zhang Jingtong nodded, and then motioned to Wanchun: "Then let's go together." Anyway, without waiting for Wanchun to reply, the person had already gone in the direction guided by the little nurse.

The little nurse held the porridge bowl and said to Wanchun with a look of surprise: "Is that person really a young marshal?" Not only is it younger than expected, but it's also ...... It's much more handsome. ”

Wan Chun smiled wordlessly, held his porridge bowl, and silently walked in the direction of his camp.

The little nurse hurriedly took the bowl and walked two steps behind her, and the two sat side by side on the cleaned stake, and Zhang Jingtong naturally sat down opposite them.

He glanced at Wanchun with a smile, and saw that she was silent and just lowered her head and drank the porridge in small sips, and there were still some pickles in the steamed bun in her hand, so he hurriedly picked out the few pieces of dried radish from his bowl and put them in the Wanchun bowl and said: "The pickles taste a little heavy, I'm afraid you won't be used to eating them, this dried radish is freshly pickled, with rice porridge, it is crisp and delicious." “

Wan Chun was stunned, looked at a few pieces of dried radish with tasseled red in the bowl, and thanked him softly for a long time, and then divided the dried radish to the little nurse beside him for two. The little nurse was flattered, thanked her a few words, and asked Zhang Jingtong: "Doesn't the young marshal eat?" ”

Zhang Jingtong shook his head and said: "I don't like to eat these, white porridge with big steamed buns is enough, let's eat it." ”

Wan Chun glanced at him from the afterglow, thought about it again, and ate the dried radish with white rice porridge in one go, got up with the bowl and went to the house, Zhang Jingtong was hesitating whether he had offended her, but saw Wan Chun come out of the tent again, the bowl in his hand was still there, but it had been cleaned, and there was a bowl of vegetable stalks in it, and he handed it to him and said: "Eat it, this is the purslane I picked today, it has been scalded with water, I asked for some salt and rice vinegar from the cook earlier, Originally, I was going to give it to Xiaozhi to eat, but now that you said that he had eaten and slept, this purslane was also put away, so it was better to bring it to everyone to eat. ”

Zhang Jingtong hurriedly put down the bowl, reached out to take it, and put some with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to taste, it was sour and cold, but it was much better than pickles. He couldn't help but taste two more bites, and saw the little nurse staring at the bowl in his hand, and hurriedly motioned for her to taste it.

The little nurse really ate a few chopsticks, and unconsciously gave a thumbs up and praised: "Doctor Deng, you are really a god, but you are just an ordinary wild vegetable, and you can make such delicious food." ”

Because they wanted to conceal their identities, Ji Yuan and Zhang Jingtong both acquiesced to the existence of Wanchun as Deng Wan'er, this little nurse boasted, Wanchun was embarrassed to hook a strand of hair behind her ear, and said with a light smile: "I'm just reading from the book, purslane is used for both medicine and food, and has the effect of clearing heat and dampness, detoxifying and reducing swelling, so it has the reputation of longevity vegetables in the folk, and purslane is also tenacious in life, whether it is a garden or a wilderness, it can grow, and the people often pick it to mix cold vegetables." The army is on the march right now, but unfortunately there is a lack of spices, otherwise it will taste even better. ”

"It's good enough, I really don't know what it will taste like if it continues to be good."

The little nurse was still unsatisfied, even Zhang Jingtong also deeply felt that it was a pity, he still ate the dishes made by Wanchun for the first time, that is, wild vegetables, which were more tempting than the delicacies of the mountains and seas he had eaten. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Chun's face suddenly changed a few times, and she put away the empty bowl with a sneer, and went back to her own tent without saying a word. Zhang Jingtong held the bowl in a daze, and then remembered that he had returned to the old capital and had seasonings, and it was impossible for Wanchun to make wild vegetables for her to eat.

She's ...... now But why did the sixth young grandmother of the Rong family forget about it just now?

Zhang Jingtong's enthusiasm faded, snoring and pulling the remaining rice porridge, he took the dishes and chopsticks, went back to the tent to rest, leaving the little nurse in place, looking at Wanchun's tent for a while, and then looking at the largest tent in the distance, and feeling that something big had just happened, but what happened?

She didn't know why, so she hurriedly pulled two mouthfuls of food, got into Wanchun's tent with an empty bowl, and while she was not asleep, she quickly sat down next to her futon and asked in a low voice, "Doctor Deng, between you and the young marshal...... You ......"

"We don't have anything."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was abruptly interrupted by Wan Chun. The little nurse blinked, and before she could say anything, she replied, isn't there no three hundred taels of silver here? Sure enough, there was something between Dr. Deng and Zhang Shaoshuai. Originally, the man is unmarried, the woman is unmarried, and they are all born with such good looks, it is not a shame to be together, the little nurse held the bowl, and gently smashed Wanchun's arm and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Doctor Deng, I have a very strict mouth, and I will never go out and talk nonsense." (To be continued.) )